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His Country's Savior, * mark him well;
In high command ;
His native land.
There, where a scepter'd Pictish shadeg
In colors strong:
They strode along.
In musing mood,
* William Wallace.
† Adam Wallace, of Richardton, cousin to the immortal preserver of Scottish Independence.
I Wallace, laird of Cragie, who was second in command, under Douglas, earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought anno 1448. That glorious victory was principally owing to the judicious conduct and intrepid valor of the gallant laird of Cragie, who died of his wounds after the action.
Ś Coilus, king of the Picts, from whom he district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family-seat of the Montgomeries of Coil's-field, where his burial-place is still shown.
|| Barskimming, the seat of the late Lord Justice Clerk.
With deep-struck reverential awe
'They gave their lore, This all its source and end to draw,
That, to adore.
To hand hiin on,
And hero shone.
With musing-deep, astonish'd stare,
Of kindred sweet,
She did me greet.
“All hail! my own inspired Bard!
Thus poorly low!
As we bestow.
* Catrine, the seat of the late doctor, and present professor Stewart.
† Colonel Fullarton,
"Know, the great Genius of this land Has many a light, aerial band, Who, all beneath his high command,
Harmoniously, As arts or arms they understand,
Their labors ply: "They Scotia's
's race aniong them share; Some fire the Soldier on to dare ; Some rouse the Patriot up to barc
Corruption's heart; Some teach the Bard, a darling care,
The tuneful art.
“ 'Mong swelling floods of reeking gore, They ardent, kindling spirits pour; Or, mid the venal senate roar,
They, sightless, stand,
And grace the hand.
Full on the eye.
His · Minstrel lays ;' Or tore, with noble ardour stung,
The Skeptic's bays. “To lower orders are assign'd The humbler ranks of human-kind,
The rustic Bard, the lab'ring Hind,
The Artisan ;
The various man.
" When yellow waves the heavy grain, The threat'ning storm some strongly rein ; Some teach to meliorate the plain
With tillage-skill ;
Blithe o'er the hill.
For humble gains,
His cares and pains.
Of rustic Bard;
A guide and guard.
Held ruling pow'r :
Thy natal hour.
In ancouth rhymes,
Fir'd at the simple artless lays
Of other times.
" I saw thee seek the sounding shore, Delighted with the dashing roar; Or when the North his fleecy store
Drove thro' the sky,
Struck thy young eye.
In ev'ry grove:
With boundless love.
And lonely stalk,
In pensive walk. " When youthful love, warm-blushing strong Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, Those accents, grateful to thy tongue,
Th' adored Name,
To sooth thy flame.
By passion driven;
Was light from heaven.